Sherry Nassauer
Merrimack, NH

I remember the moment so clearly. I was excited to be outside to play with a “friend”. We were standing just outside the heavy glass and black metal door which was the entry to the apartment building where we both lived, and where I grew up, on a small, one block, street in the Bronx.

I went inside and never came back out again to play. There was never again anyone my age in the building, so my friends came from other places, and when I got to high school, college, and beyond I got to have true friends with diverse backgrounds.
Unfortunately, I still have a negative stereotype of people who attend parochial schools.